High Queen Elysa Strathelar has arrived at the Midsong Festival Stone.
Elysa Strathelar says, "Our celebration has been rife with distraction and disruption. But nothing can dissuade us from our ceremonies." "We shall see this final stone lit to show our resolve!"
Martine arrives
Martine says, "And so the fly comes again to the spider's web. You were speaking, Elysa?"
Asheron says, "Martine, have you come to talk about my offer?"
Martine pauses and thinks a moment.
Martine's breath sounds labored through his mask.
Martine says, "Yes. "You said you can take it out. Remove it, give me back what I had." "I don't want it." "It itches, it burns, and it is so hard to fight." "I'm tired of fighting, tired of wondering who I am who you are...who is Melanay or Elysa?" "What have I done?"
Asheron says, "Then come with me, Martine. We shall go to my island and I shall do my best to help you."
Elysa Strathelar says, "Asheron, be careful." "You should not trust him."
Asheron looks back to Elysa.
Asheron says, "I shall be fine, Elly. ""Martine. I shall help you and then we shall begin bringing order back to the ley lines."
Martine says, "Ley lines? I have done nothing to the ley lines, you doddering old fool." "It was the witch that did that!"
"Did I tell you, about the itch, the pain, the horror...?", "Did I tell you how sometimes, when it begins within my skull, squirming below the surface, a tickle in my brain that I cannot reach?" "Did I tell you, Old Fool? That I like it?"
Asheron groans as the bolt of energy tears into his chest. A gout of blood shoots forward and spills onto the ground. The old mage crumples.
Asheron crumples toward the ground.
The air turns cool, and a scent of brimstone rises. Swamps bubble violently sending noxious fumes streaming into the air. Lightning flashes across the horizon, filling the sky with a bright light for one brief moment, and then all is silent.
Elysa pulls her bow from her back an nocks an arrow, letting it fly into Martine.
The arrows finds its mark and Martine looks taken aback. Elysa takes position near Asheron's side.
Elysa Strathelar says, "Asheron!"
Gaerlan Arrives
The air splits, and the four elements swirl about coalescing into the form of a man.
Martine turns to look at the man.
Gaerlan says, "You have done well, Martine. But I need you no longer. You will not rob me of my revenge against Asheron."
Martine says, "Why have you come here? You were to be watching the hall while I was out. Your insolence has earned you a punishment, my overzealous apprentice."
Gaerlan says, "A bit of entertainment then, to clear the crowd to make my last moment with Asheron all the better. "You, Martine, have outlived your usefulness. You have overstepped your bounds and as such you must be punished."
Elysa pulls her hand away from Asheron, her hand soaked in blood.
Asheron crumples further to the ground.
Elysa Strathelar says, "Asheron, get up."Asheron! Asheron!"
Gaerlan makes his way toward Asheron.
Gaerlan says, "And so it is. Asheron, that I come to claim a life, for a life. To collect on the death of my brother. And claim the role of judge, jury and executioner." "For your crimes against the Cerulean throne, and the murder of my brother, I condemn you to death."
Elysa nocks an arrow and lets it fly. Gaerlan catches the arrow and examines the craftsmanship.
Elysa slips an orb from her pouch and utters some words over Asheron.
Elysa Strathelar says, "This is our home now. " "You'll not take it, whoever, whatever you are."
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Gaerlan says, "A poor tool, but then you are certainly a much younger race then we. The crudeness of your implements was expected." "But you are more feeble then even Martine or the other...Nuhmudira. Yes, that was her name, Nuhmudira. Screaming as each of her bones snapped one by one. " "Remarkable how much she learned. A pity she'll never remember anything." "I applaud your efforts, you truly know how to punish those that affront you."
Elysa struggles to lift Asheron to his feet. A pool of blood has gathered beneath the old mage.
Elysa Strathelar says, "Asheron, I need to get you out of here. Please stand up.", "Run, my people run! There will be other days to fight!"
Asheron stands, slowly holding the wound that has been opened in his chest. Blood flows from the wound freely.
Purple halos surround Asheron and Elysa as they begin to fold into portal space.
Asheron forces himself to stand. Blood pours from his wound.
Asheron says, "Gaerlan! Gaerlan!"
Thunder cracks in the sky and the sound is replaced by a voice, "Asheron Realaidain, you cannot hide. Wherever you will go, I will find you! I shall visit revenge upon you for the Olthoi's arrival and the death of my brother Delacim!"
Southeast of Aerlinthe, at the citadel, the ground trembles as if the very land itself has been moved. Flames erupt from the water billowing clouds of soot and ash into the sky. Lighting shoots down from the clouds and an acidic rain falls into the sea, turning it into a bubbling mass. A gale force wind sweeps the clouds away but a fire now burns in the sea.
Gaerlan raises his head toward the sky and bellows.
Gaerlan says, "Running away! Running away as always." "You, are a pathetic race of creatures. Insignificant and worthless. But his heart is devoted to you, I have seen that much. " "Well, then, I shall destroy his heart and then consume his soul." "You have proven what I had already known. There is nothing here but weakness. I shall reclaim and cleanse this world for its true masters."
Gaerlan says, "Home. At last..."
With that said Gaerlan proceeded to kill everyone in range before portaling to his Citadel.
